Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Young Gilas, Sandstorm King!

Lin Xia's voice was like a reassuring pill.

"The core lies in one's mind. The Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda is your origin, and your spiritual core is the foundation of the pagoda. Imagine your spiritual power as seven invisible light bands emanating from the base of the pagoda, and each light band is precisely connected to an amplification ability."

"Don't 'count' the seven targets, but 'perceive' the unique energy link between the tower and the targets."

He retracted the light sphere, leaving only a pale blue light sphere representing the speed increase floating in front of Ning Rongrong.

"Now, release your glass tower and try to control only this band of light, making it perfectly match the trajectory of this ball of light. Remember, it's not your mind that's chasing the ball of light, but rather your band of light flowing naturally like water, covering it and merging into it."

Ning Rongrong took a deep breath and summoned the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda.

Amidst the swirling light, she cleared her mind of distractions and diligently followed Lin Xia's guidance, focusing all her attention on the tower layer representing the speed increase. She extended an invisible spiritual "light band" and carefully tried to capture and align with the ever-changing pale blue orb.

She failed several times at first, and the ball of light easily slipped out of her control, but she gritted her teeth and persevered, her forehead beaded with sweat, her eyes becoming more and more focused.

Gradually, the light band began to be able to keep up with the changes in the light sphere, although it was still a bit clumsy, it was beginning to take shape.

"Feel that connection! This is the foundation for your future precise control of seven amplifications simultaneously!"

Lin Xia offered timely encouragement.

"With persistent practice, when you truly master 'one mind for seven tasks, as if using your own arm as a finger,' your support will have no blind spots, and on the battlefield, you yourself will be the most solid fortress—because you control the flow of power for all your teammates."

After saying all that, Lin Xia's gaze fell on Meng Yiran, who was both nervous and expectant.

"still."

His voice was gentle, with a comforting power that eased Meng Yiran's tense nerves.

"Your martial soul is the Serpent Staff, which combines the toughness of a weapon martial soul with the agility of a snake. However, your attacks rely too much on the physical impact of the Serpent Staff itself and the burst of soul skills, lacking an inner rhythm and cadence."

Lin Xia pointed it out incisively.

"The snake is a perfect example of the combination of flexibility and explosive power in nature. Your attack should be like a snake, with the power to hold back and wait for the right moment, the precision to strike and kill, and the fluidity to retreat immediately after striking. It should not be a matter of simply piling up strength and speed."

Meng Yiran seemed to be deep in thought, recalling her sparring match with Zhu Zhuqing. She did feel that she had the strength, but her opponent always managed to easily avoid her attacks, and her rhythm was completely controlled.

"Look."

Lin Xia did not summon her martial soul. Instead, she extended her right index finger, and her soul power flowed from her fingertip, condensing into a lifelike dark brown energy snake about the thickness of a chopstick.

The little snake was not still, but moved slowly on his fingertips like a living creature, sometimes coiling, sometimes raising its head, its posture graceful and full of power.

"Feel its rhythm."

Lin Xia showed the tiny snake on her fingertip to Meng Yiran.

"When a snake is gathering power, it is as supple and boneless as flowing water, with its muscles and bones relaxed. When it explodes, all its power is concentrated into one point and it is launched out instantly, as fast as lightning. After hitting or missing, it immediately uses the reaction force or the environment to shrink back into the charging state like a spring, preparing for the next attack."

"The whole process is a perfect 'relaxation-tightening-relaxation' energy cycle with almost no unnecessary consumption."

The little snake on his fingertip suddenly lunged forward, so fast that it was just a blur, and then it retracted like lightning, continuing to coil and swim. The whole process was smooth and effortless.

"Now, summon your serpent staff. Don't think about soul skills; just infuse it with the most basic soul power."

Lin Xia gave the instructions.

Meng Yiran summoned the Serpent Staff as instructed, its dark brown shaft shimmering with soul power. "Imagine your soul power is the blood of a serpent, flowing through the staff. When attacking, imagine you are the serpent's head poised to strike, concentrating all your will, strength, and soul power at the tip of the staff."

"When you swing, the goal isn't how much power you have, but rather the intention to 'penetrate' and the explosive speed!"

"Remember, power is about penetrating a 'point,' not about oppressing an 'area'!"

Lin Xia's voice carried a peculiar rhythm, guiding Meng Yiran's spirit.

Meng Yiran closed her eyes, trying to sense the flow of soul power within the staff, attempting to abandon her usual wide-ranging habits, and concentrating her mind highly on the tip of the snake staff.

She began to try waving the serpent staff, but the movements were no longer swift; instead, they became slow and sluggish, as if she were feeling some kind of strange resistance and rhythm.

With each swing, I strive to experience the feeling of "focusing on one point" and "exploding in an instant" that Lin Xia spoke of.

"Yes, that's it! Slow down, feel the transmission and concentration of power! Find your own explosive rhythm!"

Lin Xia affirmed at the opportune moment.

"Rhythm is the amplifier of power. When you master the rhythm of your own attacks, you can easily disrupt your opponent's rhythm. The flexibility of the Serpent Staff allows you to launch attacks from any tricky angle and to better neutralize the force when taking counterattacks."

"Remember, strength is easily broken, while flexibility is enduring. The wisdom of the snake lies in using softness to overcome hardness and waiting for the right opportunity to strike."

Meng Yiran's movements gradually became smoother. Although she was still quite inexperienced, each swing of the snake staff began to carry a unique charm that combined strength and gentleness. It was no longer as straightforward as before, and the power seemed more concentrated and restrained.

Time slipped away quietly amidst focused teaching and practice.

Outside the window, the bright moonlight shone down, bathing the quiet room in a soft glow.

Zhu Zhuqing was immersed in the feeling of "unimpeded" speed, with the air around her swirling slightly, as if she could merge into the shadows at any moment.

Ning Rongrong's forehead was covered in fine sweat. The light of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda flickered, but the spiritual "light band" followed the trajectory of the soul power sphere left by Lin Xia more and more steadily.

Meng Yiran swung her snake staff again and again, her movements becoming more and more fluid, each exertion carrying a nascent serpentine rhythm.

Lin Xia looked at the three people focused on their work, a hint of satisfaction flashing in her eyes.

He noticed Lin Ling huddled in the corner, her heterochromatic eyes secretly watching him in the moonlight, containing not only the usual fear but also a faint, almost imperceptible, desire for power.

"Alright, that's all for today."

Lin Xia's voice broke the focused atmosphere of the quiet room.

Upon hearing this, the three slowly stopped their practice, their eyes filled with a sense of lingering satisfaction and a great sense of accomplishment.

Zhu Zhuqing stood up, bowed deeply to Lin Xia, and spoke in a clear, cold voice, filled with heartfelt gratitude and determination.

"Thank you for your guidance, Brother Lin Xia. Zhu Qing understands now."

She felt that the bottleneck that had been troubling her for so long seemed to be showing signs of loosening.

Ning Rongrong let out a long sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and although she was exhausted, her eyes shone with an astonishing brightness.

"Brother Lin Xia! So support characters can practice like this! I feel... I feel like my tower is more connected to me now! But... it's so tiring!"

She stuck out her tongue, regaining some of her girlish charm. (End of Chapter)